A/N: once again, I'm starting this off with very graphic sexual/dark theme, as meant to advise anyone on what they're getting into by ready this. There's also graphic depictions of murder (mass murder too), mental illness, physical/mental abuse, and stuff like that, but just to clarify this is the only chapter that'll ever really touch on rape (I mean it's dubious from the beginning, plus it's kaishin so...) Because I hate writing stuff like that.

Chapter 1


"Kaito wait, stop please, please..." Shinichi panted, backing himself up against the cold cement wall.

"You make me wait too long, tantei-kun," Kaito said walking towards his Shinichi, gazing into blue eyes as if they were Pandora.

"I'm not yours, I never will be, please Kaito don't do this..."

"Ah, ah, ah, surely you misunderstand meitantei. You are namingly the only jewel for me -Pandora - and tonight you'll be as good as mine," he smirked, darkened indigo orbs gleaming. "Once I claim you, that is."

He pulled on the chain in his hand and made the chain around Shinichi's neck force him into his arms. "You are mine," he spouted, both hands gripping his face with blood stained, white gloves.

Shinichi tried to free himself from the thief's grip, but with his hands cuffed behind his back, neck under his command, he could only make an effort to not look into Kids hungry eyes. Shinichi could feel his wounds reopening as Kaito handled him a little rougher than usual.

It's nothing he hadn't found routine after the incident with Pandora... Kaito found him to be the only replacement left for his jewel now lost in enemy hands forever.

He knew they'd done something to him, something so cruel and unbearable that he'd lost a part of himself he could never gain back. Yet, somehow, he still retained the same personality, although his morals were twisted into what revolved around a single obsession, with nothing on his mind but Shinichi, or rather his version of Pandora.

He'd lost his sanity.

"Come here pretty~" he said, breathing down Shinichi's neck as he attempted to kiss the struggling detective.

Shinichi eventually found himself struggling to the floor, only to be yanked hard by the chain around his neck back into the thiefs hold, his hands now gripping the cuffs around his arms. Shinichi knew what Kaito had in mind for him and wasn't about to give in so easily.

In all the six months since his kidnapping, Kaito had gone on about how he was going to claim him sooner or later, those words still frozen in the back of Shinichi's mind. He always had varying ideas as to what that meant, but now he was sure.

Kaito lifted him up to bring his head towards his, strong arms gripping his to keep him from getting away, he ran fingers through his hair as if trying to calm a scared animal. "I'm going to make your blue shine red underneath the moonlight, and then I will have finally completed my goal in life," he whispered into his ear. "I'll make you so red that one tear won't be enough... You'll be my glowing gem Pandora~" he grinned as he pressed their lips together.

Shinichi had been used to the kissing before. He'd demonstrated his techniques on the detective many times in the months before, but never quite like this. The thief had a very skilled tongue, that much was for sure, and with all his struggling and biting he still managed to explore almost everywhere in the detectives mouth.

It was an adrenaline rush for the Kaitou, and Shinichi knew this, but it was still worth a shot if only to catch his breath for a second. He then took to his neck, biting into skin and sucking till purple and red marks were all that were left behind. This time with only three marks truly drawing blood.

He told himself that he wasn't going to let himself shed a single tear. He couldn't let the thief get what he wanted.

Hell, maybe he'd even give up on the false reality.

It wasn't as though he'd never thought about what they could've become had they never lost Pandora - had Kaito never changed... However, he was too sure that such a love was past the point of rekindling now, yet the aching feeling of something still remaining, somewhere deep, deep inside of himself, still pressed on throughout everything.

He'd dismiss it though. Nothing but small sparks of hope left from a cooling fire.

Shinichi felt himself get pressed up against the only piece of furniture in the tiny cell the thief liked to call a bedroom. His back legs pressed into the metal desk behind him, and Kaito moved to position his right leg in between Shinichi's, kneading him through his pants with his thigh. Hands continued to roam his torso, disheveling each and every inch of what used to be a shirt (they normally last a couple of days anyways), nothing he wasn't already used to.

The thief suddenly leaned in and kissed him, hot and deep, without nothing short of a gasp of surprise from the detective, while he then proceeded to smirk and deepen it. When he emerged gasping for air, Shinichi realized his pants had already been removed and he was quickly thrown, bent over the only metal desk in the tiny cell. He was being pinned down by the thiefs body, and he could feel the cold metal on his nipples and stomach, now revealed through a torn shirt.

"Please Kaito, don't do this, I'm not the gem your looking for, I never have been... Please let me go," he begged, voice weak as he felt hands hover over his lower half.

"Meitantei-kun always with the illusions, your silly tricks won't work on a master magician such as myself," his hands went to work on his body. "Now stay put while I fuck you senseless."

He felt a slick cool wash over his naval, and suddenly he could feel himself being filled by a small finger, wiggling itself inside of him. A little uncomfortable, he tried bucking the thief off of him but to no avail as it only served to push the finger farther.

He was his hostage, their was nothing to be done until the night ceased.

A second finger, and this time he truly felt it, almost painful, as scissor motions hit muscle all around inside him, stretching him. He held his tongue, biting down, trying to not give in to the thiefs gentle treatment. And suddenly a third, this time he groaned, painfully, as he was dug into deeper by the finger. It was a certain pain he'd never experienced before, and he wasn't relaxing, he couldn't relax, he told himself. Yet, all that did was make it hurt more.

"Relax tantei-kun, give in... I'll take care of you if you just give in," he felt his eyes water, as he slowly relinquished all control he thought he had. "That's it, cry for me tantei, let me see you shine."

It was less so physical pain than the mental toll everything was taking on him. He couldn't breathe - wrapped up in the thief's arms, being pressed down with three digits inside him, working him through and through. But as he let himself feel, for a second it almost felt like he wasn't on a cold desk and instead at home, in his bed. And for a second, he wasn't sure where he was, what he was feeling.

For a second, he could almost breathe again.

He closed his eyes.

Words began to echo in his head as he felt fingers make their way deeper into him (Relax tantei-), clenching around them at the feeling of each thrust in and out (Just give in-), tears finally allowing themselves to drip down his cheeks...

(Let me see you shine-)

"Come to challenge me yet again tantei-kun?"

(Flashes of his grin shining in the moonlight)

"Can't stand the thought of seeing my only rival getting hurt, now can I, tantei-kun"

(His eyes deep indigo, gazing at him, soft smile making him feel fuzzy inside)

"It's good to finally meet you, meitantei-"

He let go.

Suddenly the fingers were ramming his prostrate, and damn Shinichi couldn't help but moan at the feeling. He'd let the thief do what he wanted with him and now it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he thought. He'd always felt attracted to the thief in a certain way before he underwent the change, but now all he could realize was that he needed healing. He needed someone to help him, if that meant taking all of his pain with him.

Taking these thoughts into consideration, he relinquished his hold on his own voice and began moaning to each thrust of the thief's fingers. "K-Kaito..."

The thief got the message and pulled his fingers out. He reached down and looked at the fully erect cock now sitting right behind the boys naval, ready for entrance. He took this time to stroke the boys neglected erection, realizing it was much harder than he'd ever imagined. His precious prize was enjoying it. The thief grinned at the thought.

Slowly entering, lathered up in cool lubricant, the thief pushed nearly all the way in, it was almost suffocating at that. He heard Shinichi gasp and knew his eyes were as wide as he was being stretched, finally shedding the tears he'd been waiting for.

Grinning he continued on.

His Shinichi was so tight, he could barely breathe inside of him, feeling tight walls clench every side of his fully erect member. But he pushed his way through, letting Shinichi get comfortable before pulling all the way out.

Pulling out until only the tip was in, Kaito quickly thrust back into him, Shinichi moaned. Repeating the same thing at a different angle, he received the same response, however the third...

Shinichi screamed as Kaito found the spot against his prostate and began hitting it again, and again, and again. He listened to the detective beneath him pant with each thrust in and out, and gripped even tighter on his hips as he thrusted even faster. Kaito knew his detective liked it rough, it was the same with everything he'd do to him, and as the pace increased, the detective would slowly lose all control over his actions.

His head tilted back, and Kaito caught a glimpse of hazy blue eyes, now red and moist from the previous pain he'd encountered. He reached up towards him and kissed him sloppily over his shoulder, the detective wasn't fighting back anymore and accepted the pleasure, as Kaito rammed his tongue down his throat. "Please... Kaito," he grinned at his ravishable detective.

"Hmm? What is it meitantei?" he asked grin in place, still focusing on his thrusts.

"Touch me... Agh, please, I can't... I need-" the thief quickly took hold of his member and paced his strokes perfectly in time with his thrusts. "Ah-ahhhhgahhh..." the detective was getting very vocal, which served only as music to Kaito's ears. Unlike his singing voice, the voice he was hearing now was pleasurable in every way, echoing through the acoustics of the large concrete room.

He thrusted faster, and harder, going deeper into the boys prostate as he hit that spot again and again. Shinichi continued to moan, and soon Kaito would have him screaming his name, he was sure of it. He increased the pressure on the hands around his tantei's cock, and got a gasp in return. They were now completely rocking the metal desk, as Kaito nearly thrust him into the wall each time.

His detective was almost bouncing back on his cock from the immense force, and they could both feel themselves nearing the edge. This was que for him to start going even faster and Shinichi to start screaming his name.

"Kai- oh, oh yes... Kaito, please, yes... Fuck me, ahhhgh.."

These only served to encourage him to move faster until he reached-

"Kai- Ahghh oh, Kai, Kai, KAI-" and Shinichi could feel himself begin to unravel before them both. "KAITO!" Cum spat out all across the thiefs hand and along his chest, the desk, the cold concrete wall, now almost burning from the heat.

Kaito gave it one more balls deep thrust as he let out his seed within the detective, hands closing on the detectives hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. The white, thick liquid dripped down his tantei's thighs and across his own. He almost had to catch himself from collapsing on the detective, and instead fell on the desk beside him. Shinichi started sinking to the ground but the thief pulled him up by his chain and rested his head gently on his chest.

"Say it. Say that your mine, meitantei." he ordered lifting the detectives chin to look him in the eyes.

He looked completely ravished and absolutely out of it. His eyes were in a complete haze, with both saliva and blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. His lips parted as his panting made his voice into a weak, yet prominent whisper.

"I'm yours Kid."


TBC